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Rise of the Nightmare Crestmaster

The call of the nightmare realm cannot be denied, the woven fate is inevitable. His ability to travel to the nightmare realm granted him immortality but also pit him with an unfamiliar reality within the ruins of a once glorious civilization, with curses and magics uncharted, horrors and fiendish monsters beyond the ken of man. This is the epic tale of struggle against impossible odds and enemies bigger than life. Aldrich has been tormented by horrific nightmares as he lived out a simple life in Wakefield, a small village. He dreams of the day when his crest awakens so that he can soar to the sky, but on that day Wakefield is burned. He is the only survivor. What Adlritch will find outside his little village will not just test the limits of his will, but also his sanity. Being the only one who can access the nightmare realm he is determined to turn a curse into a blessing and rise to unreached heights as, The Nightmare Crestmaster. **** This book is an epic fantasy with dark undertones, one might call it grimdark but it’s not without humor. I have seen complaints about the middle part of the novel, namely around chapter 60-70 some have said that it get too slow and I admit I made pacing mistakes there but the novel gets better right after and I believe some of the best content I wrote happens after that part so please make it through to join me and the rest of the readers on my journey. WARNING: I don’t write brain-dead characters. Romance and harem, which are not the focus of the story will take time. This novel was inspired by Soulsborne, all of it. **** 7 chapters/ week join my discord and become a Crestmaster: https://discord.gg/v7rsrySs 黑色台面

PillGrandCreator · Fantasie
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The Fractured chapel

Aldrich realized that he must be on a mountain path, to his left and right he was surrounded by natural stone.

He walked forward, it was the only path forward really. He faithfully followed the old trail until he came upon a clearing, that's when he saw it.

Atop a barren hill rising from the center of a dark wood stands the silent remains of an ancient chapel, its black form silhouetted against the blood-red sky.

Five broken towers surrounded the main structure, weatherworn walls and a crumbling slate roof reveal centuries of decay, and yet the structure stands intact.

Gargoyle-like statues leer out from buttresses along the chapel's outer walls and flank a gate of rusted iron.

Dozens of mausoleums and grave markers dot the rocky slopes beneath the structure, twisted and shunted as though the earth itself had tried to expel them.